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The Third Bear
by Jeff Vandermeer
It made its home in the deep forest near the village of Grommin, and all anyone ever saw of it, before th
near the end, no one really thought of it as a bear, even though the name had stuck, changed by repetiti
The Third Bear came to the forest in mid-summer, and soon most anyone who used the forest trail, day o
bits of skin sticking to the saddle. A cobbler gone but for a shredded, bloodied hat. A few of the richest v

The village elder, a man named Horley, held a meeting to decide what to do. It was the end of summer b
always been hard scrabble and tough winters, but it was also two hundred years old. It had survived the

"I can't bring my goods to market," one farmer said, rising in shadow from beneath the thatch. "I can't be

Horley laughed, said, "It's worse than that. We can't bring in food from the other side. Not for sure. Not w

Horley had a sudden vision from months ahead, of winter, of ice gravelly with frozen blood. It made him s

"What about those of us who live outside the village?" another farmer asked. "We need the pasture for gr

Horley understood the problem; he had been one of those farmers, once. The village had a wall of thick l

"You may have to pretend it is a time of war and live in the village and go out with a guard," Horley said.

"Is it the witch woman doing this?" Clem the blacksmith asked.

"No," Horley said. "I don't think it's the witch woman."

What Clem and some of the others thought of as a "witch woman," Horley thought of as a crazy person w

"Why did it come?" a woman asked. "Why us?"

No one could answer, least of all Horley. As Horley stared at all of those hopeful, scared, troubled faces,

Clem was the village's strongest man, and after the meeting he volunteered to fight the beast. He had arm

"I'll go, and I'll go willingly," he told Horley. "I've not met the beast I couldn't best. I'll squeeze the ‘a' out

Horley looked into Clem's eyes and could not see even a speck of fear there. This worried Horley.

"Be careful, Clem," Horley said. And, in a whisper, as he hugged the man: "Instruct your son in anything



Fitted in chain mail, leathers, and a metal helmet, carrying an old sword some knight had once left in Gro
Third Bear had already been killed or defeated.

"Fools," Horley's wife Rebecca said as they watched the celebration with their two young sons.

Rebecca was younger than Horley by ten years and had come from a village far beyond the forest. Horley

"Perhaps, but it's the happiest anyone's been for a month," Horley said. "Let them have these moments."